This summer is a bit less…exciting…than I thought it would be. I thought we would do all these adventures and go to the park all the time and hit the beach once a week.
We have not done that because, even though she is my easiest baby yet, we are sort of on Alice’s schedule rather than our own most of the time. Also? Three kids is way more exhausting than two.
So rather than go to the library every week, we have opted for every other week…or just when the books are due. We try to get to a park once a week, but sometimes we don’t.
My kids are whiney and bored most days. Even when I kick them outside, they complain there is nothing to do.
So I gather up Alice and we go outside too. And they plop their toys and chairs by us under the tree and complain. I come up with games and ideas for them. They play nicely for a few minutes. Then they are back over by me tattling about what someone did to the other.
There is only a month left before we go back to school. Technically a month plus a week, but I go back in a month. I finally got my teaching assignment: All 8th Grade English this year. I’m pretty jazzed about having only one class to prep and hoping to do some awesome things with Reader’s Workshop this year.
We are still waiting to find out who Eddie’s first grade teacher is, when orientation is, and what he will need as far as back to school supplies.
We still have some summer left.
And I am determined to make some fun memories. We have a couple beach days planned, a zoo trip as a family, and hopes for a few other things.
The boys are starting to feel the need for their regular schedule. I can feel it too–the pull back to the classroom.
I also feel the sadness that means by going back to school, the whirlwind will start and Alice’s baby-ness will start to go even faster as I don’t get to see her all day, every day anymore.
We are trying to make the most of this last month of this last summer of having a baby around. We are trying to breathe it in rather than look forward to “it will get easier” and “it will get better”.
We are trying to live in the now.
Even when the now makes me want to pull my hair out and run screaming down the street.
We are trying.